Walter Parks Thatcher: You're too old to be calling me Mr. Thatcher, Charles. Charles Foster Kane: You're too old to be called anything else.
Stagecoach Driver / Hauler: There ain't no bedrooms in this joint, that's a newspaper building! Mr. Bernstein: You're getting paid, Mister, for opinions or for hauling?
Claude Lacombe: Mr. Neary, what do you want? Roy Neary: I just want to know that it's really happening.
Sofia: Now you want a dead son-in-law, Mrs. Celie? You just keep on advising him like you doing.
Old Mr.: Celie, you has my sympathy. Ain't many women allow they husband's ho to lay up in they house.
Perry Smith: I thought that Mr. Clutter was a very nice gentleman. I thought so right up to the moment that I cut his throat.
Jean: Do you want to hear something funny? Maria: What's that Mrs. Jean? Jean: You're the best friend I've got.
Mrs. Parker: Randy, will you eat? There are starving people in China! Randy: [groans and shoves spoon into his mouth]
Mr. Frank Shirley: [picks up the phone receiver] Get me somebody. Anybody. And get me somebody while I'm waiting.
Mr. Frank Shirley: I have never been treated like this in my life. Ellen: I'm sorry. This is our family's first kidnapping.
[after overhearing a phone call between Emma and Karl] Mr. Hand: Karl. Uncle Karl. Haven't seen you in so long. Yes. [Floats away]
Dr. Foster: They kill for one reason: they kill for food. They eat their victims, you understand that, Mr. Berman? That's what keeps them going!
Dr. Foster: You're not running a talk show here, Mr. Berman! You can forget pitching an audience the moral bullshit they want to hear!
Phyllis: Do you make your own breakfast, Mr Neff? Walter Neff: Well, I squeeze a grapefruit now and again.
Frank Costello: Jeez. She fell funny. [chuckles at the dead bodies] Mr. French: Francis, you really should see somebody.
[after driving his car into a large crate, and getting caught in the car] Mr. French: Ah, fuck it. [Shoots himself, the car explodes]
Mrs. Teasdale: As chairman of the reception committee, I welcome you with open arms. Rufus T. Firefly: Is that so? How late do you stay open?
John Keating: Mr. Anderson! Don't think that I don't know that this assignment scares the hell out of you, you mole!
Dr. Hagar: That wouldn't be a radio in your lap would it Mr. Pitts? Pitts: No sir, science experiment... radar!
Brian Taylor: So Mr. Big Evil, why do they call you Big Evil? Big Evil: Because, my evil is big.
Young Forrest Gump: Mama. What's vacation? Mrs. Gump: Vacation's when you go somewhere... and you never come back.
